“ What Fare, Love ” ~ be assuredly there ~

 

There is no fare

For love per se,

Save be to chance

Love may ignite,

No steadfast way

It means to stay,

More than a day

Or thru the night,

Nor beyond next,

As if an easy road

Of fairy tale text,

Holds love be fair

And assuredly there,

Until you be no more,

Alas thus be love’s fare!

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“ And Man Created God ” ~ his fabricated myth ~

 

On seventh day

Man rested,

Yet thoughts

Of future goals

Had need for bold,

Thus he created god,

His fabricated myth

To wield control,

Hence with this prod

Of pettifogger cool,

And all the chaos

He’d so fashioned,

Would forever rule…

 

Alas a woeful fate

For guileless mortals,

Be tenet of this god

Of virtual existence,

For such dictates

Said living hell,

Save for chosen few

Sharing but the spoils

Of man’s misuse,

As long ago as when

The fairytale did tell,

Of god creating men!        
                                                                 ode to Reality